Wufa and his group left the Tianwang Temple early. At this time, the nuns in the temple woke up one by one. They were dressed neatly and began a day of practice.

The little nun rubbed her hands and exhaled heat into her hands. Then she picked up the broom and swept up the fallen leaves outside the temple gate. She swept very attentively and did not notice that a man in black was walking on the path below the mountain, bare-headed and cold-faced. He looked like a monk of sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Ouch."

The little nun only felt a hard object hitting her head, raised her head, and realized that it was a person, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The man looked at the little nun's eyes without any emotion and opened his mouth and said, "Can you play a song for me?"

The little nun shook her head and said, "The poor nun doesn't understand the rhythm."

"oh."

The man's face was filled with a lonely expression. He slowly stretched out a finger and slowly pointed it at the little nun's forehead.

The man and woman were not kissing each other, and the little nun wanted to avoid it. However, the man's hand seemed slow, but the little nun had the illusion of being unable to dodge. Her fingers got closer and closer, and the scenery in front of her also changed. The boring leaves quickly turned into dust, and a mirror appeared in front of her, reflecting her appearance.

"What a nice view."

The little nun saw herself wearing a phoenix crown and a jade crown in the mirror, walking forward step by step. When she turned around, she saw that the flesh on her face fell off and turned into a white bone frame.

The man gently withdrew his fingers between the little nun's eyebrows. The little nun smiled at this time, with a red mark on his eyebrows. He held a broom in his hand and stood still.

The man walked into the Heavenly King Temple and took a brisk step. At this time, most of the nuns were silently reciting scriptures in their rooms. There were only a few people sweeping the floor in the yard. The man went over to ask one by one. He asked the same question and got various answers. He pointed out with a gentle touch...

"Murder!" A shocking female voice spread in the Heavenly King Temple.

The man had already walked to the main hall where the Heavenly King was worshipped, looked up at the statue, smiled disdainfully, and gently stroked the statue in the air with his hand.

"Click"

Two cracks suddenly appeared in the statue of God, one on the bottom and the other on the top. The cracks slowly expanded and eventually collapsed.

At this time, more than a dozen nuns had surrounded the door of the main hall, holding long sticks in their hands. The first-year-old nun walked up to him and asked, "Did you kill them?"

The man said expressionlessly: "Noisy!"

After saying that, the man pinched the sword in his hand and took strange steps under his feet. A gust of wind blew from the hall for no reason, causing the people outside the hall to retreat one after another.

In their eyes, hundreds of sharp sword tips appeared above the man's head, circling around. As the man's movements, the sword tips all pointed at them.

This enemy is not something they can resist.

"Run quickly."

Can you run? The swords are flying and thrust, like a rain, violent and domineering, and the sound of roars are endless. Everyone's body is full of holes and death is miserable.

The man's nose moved, and a disgusting expression appeared on his face. He hated the smell of blood.

The Tianwang Temple flourished because of the arrival of Master Kuang. The Buddhism of Kuang was profound. Some noble people in the capital often invited her to preach.

At this time, Suffering was sitting quietly on the cushion in the room, facing the door, and looking at the word "Buddha" on the wall. Time seemed to have not left a deep mark on Suffering Master. It was beautiful and charming. Her appearance was like this thirty years ago, and it was still like this thirty years later, and perhaps it would still be like this in another thirty years.

The door of the room was opened with a "branch" and the man in black walked in. Looking at the suffering of sitting quietly, a complicated expression flashed across his face.

"You're here."

"I am coming."

After saying hello, the two of them tacitly spoke.

After a moment of silence, he said: "You don't have to do this, they are all innocent."

The man said coldly: "Where you are in the three realms and six realms, there is no innocent."

Isn’t it enough to say: “Thirty years ago you killed my children and husbands, and thirty years later you destroyed my inheritance?”

The man shook his head: "I said, I just want him."

Juddha calmly said: "He is dead!"

The man sneered: "I don't believe it, you can't say it, but I can always find you. I want to be as lonely as me forever. You are so kind, your heart must be very painful."

Juddha slightly held the rosary in his hand, and slowly let go after a moment, and said, "Amitabha, you should commit less murderous crimes."

The man said, "Stop it, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson. Remember, every soul under my command dies because of you, and your hands are full of blood."

After saying that, the two were silent for a while, and the man untied the black flute on his waist and threw it towards the suffering.

"Play a song for me."

The black flute fell to the ground, and the suffering was not received, nor did it turn back. The man shook his head, and was so lonely that he couldn't get up with his eyes and said slowly: "You'd better pray to your Buddha, pray that I'll find him sooner and say goodbye."

With a move of the man, Dongxiao returned to his hand, inserted it back to his waist, and left without looking back.

Shortly after he left, the blue brick floor where he was standing slowly cracked, as if it was slowly spreading spider webs. It stopped until the cushion of suffering. Suddenly, a cluster of blood mist spewed out of his mouth and fell on the word "Buddha", like snow-red flowers.

The west side of the Tianwang Temple is located in the side room

Fang Yuyan woke up slowly and his stomach started to growl. Fang Yuyan slept very deeply. The sun shone through the paper window. It was already midday.

After stretching, Fang Yuyan turned his head and found a letter on the table with the title "Little Thief's Kid" on it.

Fang Yuyan touched his nose, and this little thief wouldn't say to me, right? I'm not a little thief. I thought so in my heart and opened it. I saw that it was written in front of me: "It's a punishment to disturb people's dreams. I should ask me to catch the monster. I must be rewarded. I wanted to collect you 1,000 taels of silver, but you only have 300 taels of silver. I have always been generous, so I'll take you 300 taels."

Seeing this, Fang Yuyan screamed and hurriedly forgot to touch her body. The silver bill was indeed gone. Fang Yuyan didn't give up and continued to look for it. At this time, the door was opened and the bald man in black walked in.

“Can you play a song for me?”

Fang Yuyan had no intention of playing any music. He ignored the man and touched him, but he couldn't find him. Fang Yuyan knew that he couldn't do anything without money. After thinking about it, he still didn't give up. He unbuttoned his belt and began to take off his clothes in front of the man.

The man said angrily: "Stop!"

Fang Yuyan glanced at the man strangely and sneered: "It's all men, why are you afraid of? I won't take off all my clothes."

The man recited his body after hearing this. When Fang Yuyan found the money, Fang Yuyan confirmed again that the money had been looted, he put on his clothes and sat down and looked at the letter he wrote to him.

The man turned around and repeated, "Can you play a song for me?"

Fang Yuyan raised the letter in his hand and said, "You, you, wait first, and I will finish reading the letter."

The man was not angry either, and looked at him coldly, intending to let him finish reading the letter.

Fang Yuyan then looked: "And your maid was poisoned and has been taken back to the capital for treatment by me. If you want to find her, prepare ten thousand taels of silver to redeem the person. Go to the capital, Qiongyuyuan, it's easy to find. You'd better not come because I like your maid very much."

Fang Yuyan cursed: "This is blackmail, naked blackmail."

“Can you play a song for me?”

The man said again, Fang Yuyan looked at the man and saw that he was bare-headed, looking like he was seventeen or eighteen years old. He thought to himself, it was a pity that he had become a monk at such a young age.

Pretending to cough, Fang Yuyan said, "Then how much reward do you give me?"

The man was stunned and said, "A song will exchange for your life."

Fang Yuyan widened his eyes, looked at the man as if he was looking at a living treasure, and said, "I'm lost, you're sick, you have to give me money, you don't have money to talk about, I'm penniless, and if I don't have money, I'll starve to death if I go out without money."

The man said expressionlessly: "Play a song first to see if you still have life."

He handed the black flute on his waist to Fang Yuyan and signaled him to start. Fang Yuyan looked at the flute and twitched the corners of his mouth. This monk might be really sick, so who had a skull on Xiao.

Fang Yuyan has not systematically studied music, but in high school, he has studied things like chasing girls, guitars, and flutes. Although he didn't play well, he had to fight for his own life. So he played a song of lonely star with the flute. Because he liked watching martial arts dramas very much, he had a special liking for the song "Wu Ming in the Storm".

The man looked at Fang Yuyan coldly. He asked all kinds of musicians to play for him. If the musician played a piece he had never heard before, the musician would save his life. No matter how moving the music played by the musician would be, he would kill him without mercy.

Fang Yuyan had never played the flute before, but what he played was not very smooth, but it was a complete music. The man listened to Fang Yuyan's flute sound, but he had never heard it before. However, this guy was playing it so ugly. He suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and snatched the flute from Fang Yuyan's hand, turned around and left.

"Wait." Fang Yuyan shouted.

The man turned around and saw Fang Yuyan rubbing his thumb and middle finger left and right. This meant the gesture, which was a good idea, but the man did not understand the meaning and looked at him in confusion.

Fang Yuyan scratched his head. He knew that he was not doing well and said embarrassedly: "Although I didn't do well, labor must be rewarded. Can you see if you can give me some benefits?"

The man resisted the urge to poke Fang Yuyan to death with one finger. Hearing him, he took out a steel bracelet from his body and threw it over, saying, "Recognize the master with blood."

Fang Yuyan took the bracelet, scratched his head, and asked, "What's your name, my little brother? What do you mean?"

"My name is Jianyi."
Chapter completed!